It is a warm clear day in the middle of June.

A warm breeze reminds me it will be summer soon.

As I feel the breeze caress my face I am call to select

Upon which memories of my past my mind would recollect.

When I was a kid we played baseball all day long.

In the evening we watched the moon and stars and heard the crickets’ song.

Memories that stand out in my mind with their brilliance

Were the times when our ballgame was interrupted by the weathers turbulence.

Thundershowers would find us sitting in the dugout, watching in awe

As the lightning streaked across the sky to the sound of the thunder and we watched rain fall.

What a wonderful and glorious God did put on for our eyes to see.

A beautiful example of nature’s reverie.

Then came the over powering glory as the sun broke through the cloud.

We had thought of the sound of the thunder as the roar of our imaginary crowd.

The glorious sun soon became more thrilling as it lit up the sky.

We were young and took no heed to wet and did not stop to sigh.

We once again left the dugout and our game was started again.

The rain had now moved over the mountains as quickly as it began.

Those memories are worth more than mere words can tell.

They call my mind from today’s troubles to a world were all was well.